Frightened Anger

Anger: a friend of ill-will
that lunges and lashes out.
I vow with all beings
to face the frightened self it is

Abled Reason

As ill will floods all reasoning
I vow with all beings
To evoke the image of my parents
And see the Able that is my true self

The Heart and The Mind

When the heart races
And the mind follows
I vow with all beings
To accept and embrace every ill moment.

A Quiet Drive Haiku Pair

Quiet highway drive
gives thoughts time to look inward
at feelings right now.

Exploration finds
a grassy field of flowers,
peaceful and serene.

A Night Drive Awareness

The moon,
a mirror for the mind,
clouded over.

Trees reflect
the pale glow
of the moon’s beauty.

Headlights light up
the familiar darkness around,
chasing the shadows for only moments.

Anger’s Black Rose

A black rose
with a stem
full of thorns
bloomed rapidly as Anger’s seed rose from
the Mind’s Field.

Memories act as the catalyst, burning the green field,
laying waste to happiness
and setting the stage
for the thorn bush to
propagate.

After some deliberation,
a spark
of recognition
halts the continual
watering from within.

A foreseeable urge
to pick the blackened rose;
a bow
in acceptance
and acknowledgment:
the plant withers away,
content with the response.

Quieted Mind

Thoughts six feet deep in dirty emotions
Lost amongst the passagers of a bullet train.

Found on the quieted breath
Understanding the now is what I make it.

Here with the hideously beautiful
And the beautifully ugly reality

Of a mind functioning with a void
Devoid of processing capabilities

Making sense of surroundings
Never meant to be rationalized.

Ponder Natute

Nature’s orchestra
Playing no-time signature

Stale heat with no wind
Vocal choir fades, returns.

Mechanical hum
Workhorses drive by;

A roaring lion
Speeding along some journey.

Machines and nature
Answer each other’s questions

While I ponder
Nature’s reality.

Another Day, Another Start

pin head irritants
swatting instead of being

soaked sneakers squeak
their greeting

dew drops caressing
droopy Nubian ears

peaking morning sun
too shy to greet us two

bleating calls turned wailing cries
with the start of this new day

This Tree I See

Swaying your branches

To natures heated rhythm

Light touches each leaf

With brilliance

Only realized

As one truly

Sees your true self

The self as you are here, now

Waiting to be seen.